almost done
with college. i considered punctuating that sentence with an exclamation point, but i can’t say that i’m that excited. don’t get me wrong. i am happy to be done, and not have to keep paying money, but i am not so eager to be done with classes and get a “real job.” i’ve been in the workforce for a very long time now, and i don’t feel ready to commit myself to a forty-hour work week. and, though i know that i’m an academic at heart and will always find things to study, i wonder if i will ever get the same things out of literature that i do in the class setting. oh, how i wish i could come back next semester and sit in on a g.t. class, or a tompkins or kinsella class, or audit college chorus so i could see bev three days a week again. these professors mean so much to me, and i guess i’m not ready to let that go. if i had it my way, i would keep taking classes with them, and all of the other professors whom i love, forever.
but, then i would be completely stagnant. and probably bored. i’ll just have to say goodbye and keep in touch. i’ll pack up and go to france or find an awesome job and meet all new amazing people, or both. but it certainly won’t be the same to not speak french with david king and my fellow students three days a week, to not have the writing center to haunt between classes. i’ll miss the g-wing food, and the groups tabling in the hallways, and the tie-dye man, and the art gellery.
well, maybe not the g-wing food.
but couldn’t i have just one last semester?
